A dream.
I like dreaming my writing. It’s somehow really connected and visual like watching the film, or being in the story. (more…)
A dream.
I like dreaming my writing. It’s somehow really connected and visual like watching the film, or being in the story. (more…)
After he got out of the bath he got dressed again, in warm clothes and said it was because the house was cold. After the bath it was tea time and Lou used another couple of Lily’s eggs to make scrambled eggs on toast with beans on the side, which Rhys wolfed down as if he was starving and then he sat and ate an apple and a pile of biscuits while he drank a mug of hot juice. He chattered incessantly about his day with Greg on the dig and eventually took himself off to bed after watching TV for a while. (more…)
Sunday dawned cold and wet with rain spattering against the windows all day in a constant torrent that ran down the edges of the roads and Rhys wondered what damage that might do at Greg’s dig. But they stayed indoors, baked a cake with two of Lily’s chicken’s eggs and Lou finished off the housework while Rhys wrote his short description of what it might have felt like to live in the years when plague ravaged the town. When Lou read it later she smiled to see much of Greg’s talk rephrased and used and she was glad they’d stayed in town for that the day before. (more…)
Saturday found Rhys and Lou in the town library, researching the history of the church and the Black Death plague that had ravaged the town in the thirteen hundreds so that Rhys could write an account of how the plague had affected life in what had been a small market town. He sat with his head buried in a book while Lou browsed the shelves nearby. (more…)
The morning passed slowly for Rhys and he could hardly sit still but he wasn’t alone and he didn’t get noticed any more than anyone else and Mrs Hartshorn seemed to be giving them a little leeway for their excitement as long as they worked at the tasks set them. (more…)
Upstairs Rhys heard the murmur of muffled voices as the TV went on and he grinned as he pulled off his school clothes and then pulled on jeans and a t-shirt with a hooded sweatshirt over that. He left his shoes off and kept his socks on because his feet were cold. He took the stone from the shelf and held it in his hand, intending to call the Darkling to tell it about the trip on Friday but he caught himself and laid the stone gently on his pillow unused and dull. Then he ran back down the stairs to do the little bit of homework he’d had to bring home to finish off. It wasn’t regular homework just finishing off something he hadn’t done in class because he’d been talking and there wasn’t much to do. He gathered the pencils and paper that he needed and sat at the kitchen table to work. (more…)
“Rhys, time to get up.” Lou shook him gently until he opened his eyes and peered at her.
“Eh?” He mumbled. (more…)
“Oh it’s alright.” Rhys looked at it curiously and wondered who had hurt it in the past to make it react like that. “Come and look at this map I copied.” Rhys unfolded the sketch map he’d made and laid it on the edge of the desk so the Darkling could see it. “It’s from last year but some things haven’t changed for hundreds of years.” He pointed out his own house. “This is here, this house.” Then his finger moved to Andrew’s house. “This is the oldest house in my class; Andrew lives there with his Mum.” Then he tapped a space near the town centre. “This is the park where I used the stone for the first time, where you came and found me in the trees. In this park there is a really old tree that used to be on its own but it got blown over in the storms three years ago and it’s only a stump now. There’s a plaque there, a sort of sign saying how old it was when it got blown over and stuff like that. But I don’t think it’s that one.” (more…)